Stepbrother (On Hold)

Silence.

Silence was the only sound that became present in the home of the Genieth family.

All the screams, whimpers, pleas, cries, gone. No sign of it ever being visible.
Harry couldn't help but untense in relief as he wiped off the bloody knife on the denim fabric of his pants before tossing the blade aside, a small sigh passing his lips. He had felt bad for needing to end this family, another bunch to add to his list, but just like he always told himself it had to be done.
Actually in all honesty it was a wonder the family had even left him through the door, if it wasn't for his charm he had no idea why else. "Another day before my entrance into hell." He muttered to himself, gripping the blonde curls on his head before peeling the wig off, tossing it next to the body of the mother carelessy, and shaking out his natural brown curls while his feet carried him to the family's large rest room.
It was a grand restroom in all honesty, looked fit for a king in some sense. He was actually quite fond of it, for the hot water did indeed worked very well. His killer worthy brown eyes that were merely coated over with a dark color a few moments before, softened as he ran his hand over the bathtub and counters.
It was always like this after every death brought upon by him. He would feel a strange feeling of emptiness, a feeling of remorse for his sins but then it would fade into nuteral emotions as he became his next character.
For the first time he was ready to reveal his true looks as his head slid over the corner of the counter and he gripped it before opening his creamy brown eyes wide and popping out the contact lenses to reveal a beautiful elite green, swimming with a soft shade of blue.
Yes he had worn contact lenses, it was part of his disguise just like the itchy wig that was attatch to his head moments before.
"This should be an interesting day." He states to empty air with a chuckle, but no smile, while his hands moved away from the counter and his eyes then begin to remove his clothing so he could change into his next set of clothes which were a baggy black sweatshirt, and tight black skinny jeans. He then opened the bathroom draw and pulled out a pair of fake glasses and slipped them on as he ruffled his hair.
"Harry Styles." He pronounced, his lips forming the words perfectly. The world knew him as, Harold Edward's the serial killer but they only had his full first name and middle name. His last was a secret to the drama craving FBI agents that he'd crossed paths with so many times, even killed a few.
Each way he killed someone was either less painful then last or more, he always tried to be unique.
This time though he had resorted to using the kitchen knife because his step-mom had discovered him putting on his wig, and once she did suspicion aroused, and he did not hesitate to attack her on the spot then the two kids shortly after.
Getting him angry was like setting off a ticking time bomb that had a sensor, dangerous and unpredictable. His actions so deadly they were book worthy.
"You should've at least left the kids alone. Elise was only ten." Harry's dad's voice then rang out as his large frame entered the bathroom, yet it was nothing in comparison with Harry's. "I'm not in the mood for one of your famous lectures, let me do what I'm going to do." He growled back to the older man as he begin to wash his hands under the golden faucet.
"I wasn't going to give one, I was just critizing your work." He covers with a shrug, pulling off his wig as well. "Don't get started with me Derek." The lad warns, now drying his hands on the soft bathroom hand towel.
Derek wasn't his real father, he was just what you might call a decoy. A decoy by force. They had a frenemy type relationship. It wasn't good nor was it bad. Derek would find the single ladies, or mothers and then charm his way into the family either as a helpful friend or boyfriend.
With his dirt brown hair, stunning teal eyes, and perfect body build, he managed to worm his way into the hearts of any woman who laid eyes on him whether he pulled the charm act or not.
Yet he wasn't doing this, marry into the family and kill the family a few months later thing by will. Oh no. He was forced into it, because he had been a friend of Harry's late biological father and was often told he looked like the lad, so Harry took advantage.
"Where's our next stop?" Harry inquired and Derek shrugged as he peeled off his blonde big, and shook out his brown hair the same way Harry did. "You know I hate silent answers." The curly haired boy warned and the older man gave him an anumused look while pulling off his top shirt and pulling out his tucked in undershirt.
"We're going to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. It's a good two to three hours away from here." He enlightens, shaving off his facial hair that had been present the past month or so. "Good. I like places with woods, their a good place to think."
Then the both of them lasped into silence as they finished their new disguises and Harry drifted out of the bathroom, upstairs and into his bedroom where he opened a duffle bag and begin to pack the few items he had while humming a tune to himself.
This all felt so casual now, it was basically a way of a dark life.
"I think we're in the clear, should go before the cops show up." Derek warns as they meet in the kitchen a few minutes later both with bags in hand.
"Agreed. Last thing I want is an updated police sketch of me or you." Harry responds, opening the cabinents and grabbing boxes of food such as pop tarts and things, stuffing them all into the empty half of his bag while humming the tune again.
The tune was one he often hummed before and after a kill. It was an eerie thing, one that often made people uncomfortable when he did to them as a child. A child. Weren't those the days.
Suddenly the silent air burst to life with the sound of approaching street sirens and Harry shared a glanced with Derek before they both grabbed their bags and bolted for the garage door, where the family car (but now the get away car) had been fueled and the key left in the ignition.
"We'll make it." Derek promises, opening the garage door by hand while Harry scrambled into the front seat and turned the key, bringing the engine to life before Derek rushed in and they peeled out. Not bothering to close the garage door.
"I left another car, unlisened at the edge of the park. If we stick to this one they'll find us." He warns just as the reir veiw mirror revealed police cars by an unbelievable quanity, pulling into the driveway of the house.
"Just made it." Both breath in union and Derek forces a laugh.
"Pennsylvania here we come."

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